Lost Until I Found You

F I V E|| Is This Safe?

Tray and his family were about to leave and i was just fixing up a couple of things in my room and thinking of ideas to decorate.

i was in my closet putting my clothes up and i bent down to pick up another set of clothes to hang up and i felt hands snake around my waist and i felt someone dry humping me.

i pushed him off me and started to giggle. he was doing way to much, i liked it but i aint want him to know. he laughed and his smile was perfection. i shouldnt like this boy.

"did i startle you ma?" he said licking his lips  making them look even more plump.

i jus wanted to smash my lips against his. why am i thinking this way about him ? i just met him. he'll prolly drop me like a bad habit. He'll hurt me, leave me for something better like my dad did. he doesn't deserve my time.

"dont touch me in that way i dont even know you like that." i said as i rolled my eyes and continued what i was doing.

"ahh so you like ta play hard to get? Right bae ju-" 

" my name is Bleu. get it right" i glared at him and was going to walk out my closet until he closed the door and locked us in.

"Tray stop playing let me out. " a straight ass expression on my face. i was starting to get irritated. does he do this to all his girls or?....

  " Bleu, i really like you and you aint giving a nigga the time a day. i wanna get to know you but shit ma, you makin that hard for a nigga. whats going on? tell me how ya feel." my heart sank a little. i was scared i didnt wanna get hurt but then i wanted to give him a chance. i felt like i could maybe trust him. am i wrong? im asking my self so many questions im becoming overwhelmed.

"look Tray, i think you cute or whatever but its jus im scared of being hurt blah blah allat bs. i jus met you and i feel like I've known you forever and it feels so weird and im nervous about  it i dont think i can be what your looking for. im not super skinny nor am i short like most girls i dont have a big ass i dont have big titties and im jus not your ty-"

"you are my type. after knowing you for these last couple of hours i cant get over you and i dont know why. i usually hit it and quit it... but you different. i wanna treat you like a princess and i wanna keep you safe. and saying this out loud scares the shit outta me ma.." a tear dropped out my eye. why does he care so much? i barely know him and he wants to treat me like im royalty. Hes done more for me so far then my mom ever has.

"dont cry baybeh. when you sad im sad. " he lifted my chin so i could look him in his eyes. even tho im 5'7 he's still taller then me. i believed him tears was forming in his beautiful brown eyes.

"can you gimme a chance ma?" Wtf is this?...

The next day... Monday

So its my first day of school and im so scared like i dont want to go. this  weekend has been hectic my sister died i moved in with my grandma i met Tray I let him in gave him a chance and now we are "talking" and i bet at school all his lil bitties gon be on him but im not gon care. sitting pretty over here.

so im getting ready listening to PartyNextDoor Thirsty and im curling my hair. i took my braids out last night and im wearing an orange weave.

my outfit today isn't anything special. jus a flarey croptop wit blue jean high wisted shorts with some gladiator sandals.

i look cute and i take a bunch of pictures and post them on my Instagram where i somehow have 5000 followers. after that i grabbed my bag that i bought a couple moths ago and got in my little honda.

on my way to school i turned on Lil uzi 7am and turned it up loud. as im vibing to the music i pull up to school in like 20 minutes. as i pulled in people started to stare and say stuff but i didnt care. i was feeling myself today fuck them. i parked and turned off the engine looking in the mirror fixing my lipstick  then i grabbed my keys phone and my purse and got out to be greeted by Tray with a kiss on the lips. messing up the lipstick i jus reapplied.

so i kissed him back and rolled my eyes at him then he pushed me. he erky. he grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine eyes watching people whispering as we enter the school.